Reverie: A Thank You Note
Last night I had
the strangest dream.
I was speeding downhill
toward Death,
but the velocity of my gratitude
shoots by next to me
in some goofy
soapbox derby racer.
I see my crazy
grinning self there
in utter wonder
at this chain of events.
“How the hell…”
I see him say without sound,
Face-to-face
with the grace
of gratitude,
Neck-and-neck,
cheating Death.
I mouth back to him
“Thanks.”
As we both wobble
toward
our rendezvous
with oblivion.
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Thanks. That says it all!
Too bad that Johnny Cash song was only a dream.
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Some days:
the wheels fall off
the glue won’t hold
the wheel won’t steer
the crash seems
more imminent then ever
May those days still bring forth
acts of faith and friendship
and maybe a little something more,
something to hold us together as we
careen down this hill
in a derby designed
to be finished, if not won
Kevin
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Where the shadows are deepest, the light shines brightest. Goethe.